Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J1hunnit
Performer
BabyTron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J1hunnit
Songwriter
BabyTron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enrgy
Producer
Lyrics
(Enrgy made this one)
1Hunnit
You know, I'm just tryna help **** see the bigger picture
You know, give 'em a little bit more understanding of this shit, you feel me?
I'm lookin' at the world through a magnifying glass, I like it up close and personal
I'm an Earthling, but the 'za got me higher than a Martian, though
You know they tryna sneak in through the back, you gotta close the door
I keep it player, I'll smack her ass and then hold the door
Shit talkin' daily, I wash my mouth out with bars of soap
On 4th Street, they label me the GOAT, I gave them **** hope
You probably thought the rap was really doin' it, but I was servin' dope
Made a couple thousand speakin' fluently, now I'm paid per show
I wholesale P's, but I used to get paid per O
Money off the skate like SBs, I used to dunk the lows
(You know, the best ticket in the city)
I could make a bitch cry off this onion roll
Woke up, four lines to pour and three blunts to smoke
P's so fire, asked the plug can I punch some dope?
Me and brodie slid, Durk and Vezz, we gon' up the score
In that Raptor, grab the hatch to fill the trunk with 'bows
At the laundromat the only time you touch the load
Gettin' down to zero, that's what put me into hustle mode
Fly OT, locate the bag, and then I'm comin' home
Put a hole in my lung, in here puffin' strong
First time I ever upped the pole, the opps was runnin' home
(I don't even know what the fuck I'ma put on today)
Gallery Dept., Art Kills off the Amiri bones
I woke up and jumped flyer than the airplane on Nipsey clothes
I done seen it all from Slauson Ave back to Lisbon Road
I ain't get a dollar from them **** that I felt was owed
I don't trust shit, these **** poison, Bell Biv DeVoe
The chef came dumplings with the bao, I wanna try the pho
Gotta put some hoisin in the broth, you wanna taste it more
I'm five-star dinin' with my friends, we in here talkin' growth
I'm up now, I wanna make a toast and then tip the host
I keep it cool and do my own thing, I never did the most
I can go and do a little work and get paid the most
I love California, it ain't nothin' like the Western Coast
Ten toes, two feet, two legs, we gon' step
Forty-eight minutes, ninety-four feet, we gon' press
Got more sacks than Fifth Ave, why you think we gon' stress?
He gon' get his shit took since he think he gon' flex
Bullets full of rocket fuel, we'll send him to Venus
On a world tour, I might just end up in Egypt
Money stacked like pyramids, my kit on King Tut
Online, feel like Bruce Banner with this green punch
Sippin' out a pink cup, lightin' up some Pink Runtz
I'm on a year-long grind, I don't think months
Early bird, it's plays in motion 'fore I eat brunch
It's all fun and games 'til this ARP dump
It's all fun and games 'til this— brrt, brrt, brraow
Stop playin'
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on
Written by: BabyTron, J1hunnit